i should become a professional letter writer

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I woke up at ten fourty three today. Since all my tests stopped, I've been sleeping in really late and yet I'm still always tired. Even if I sleep a lot this summer, I will never catch up on sleep. This sucks! My head hurts.

When I went down, I saw my desk in my computer room was empty. My dad really is insane. He put all my stuff in a box in the garage and said it was messy and this should teach me a lesson. Because of my dad's mid-life crisis, I ignored him, and went to return all the library books that were in the box. Just in case he felt like throwing them all out.

Why must parents raise kids during the crisis. Crazy, seriously.

So on my way to the library, I, the freak that I am, took my 365 on Clara's property. DON'T BE FREAKED OUT CLARA. Your mom wasn't home and I'm pretty sure you went to your friend's house already for the sleepover. So yeah. I just really wanted to take some pictures with that red couch :3 And it was sunny today, so the red was really really red. I know you won't think this is weird because you're awesome (: <3 !


Anyways, I was sitting in my computer room watching Kim Possible with my brother, and my mom came in yelling at me that her friend got two tickets. Apparently, the stupid police dude was like "you want your kids to die? put a freaking seat belt on them!" And my mom's friend was all "damn you man, the kids were wearing a freaking seat belt." But he was all "i'm giving you two tickets." This meaning I had to write a letter about the damn tickets. So annoying because I do this for my dad all the time.

Then while I was eating dinner, I heard some sirens from firetrucks. There was a firetruck, two police cars, and an ambulance. It was for the side house for my aunt's house, which by the way, ATTACHED TO MY HOUSE. I was freaking out that it was an actual fire, but apparently some person locked herself in the bathroom.

REALLY WEIRD.

And then my dad called me and told me that Michael Jackson is dead. Which he's not. Just in the hospital. Hopefully he doesn't die. He's too cool.

My eye burns.
Life sucks.
Balls.

-natalie